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The little girl tried not to sigh, thinking the other feien (because she -had- to be a feien since she had such pretty wings and pretty markings on her body) must not be good at listening. She folded her arms on the edge of the cup and smiled. "My name is Evie. Are you a friend of my Daddy, too?"

Brunswick shrugged and pointed vaguely in the direction of Evie. "We got -her-," he replied. "She started out a glass of red watery stuff. Then Jack took her out one day and brought -her- back."

Evie, meanwhile, was studying Callisto intently. After sending a final smile at her, she twisted to eyeball Shade. Before she could open her mouth and say something, though, Jack returned and tossed a towel at the back of Shade's head. "The menagerie's gotten bigger," he laughed. "Hey, Callisto."

"Silva?" Brunswick raised an eyebrow and snorted. "No. The old man's been too busy, I dunno, getting old. He hasn't had a training session in ages. Useless." He brightened suddenly. "I should go over. If he's sulking or something, he won't be threatening to kick my a** for talking to Soho. That'd be cool."

Jack snorted, overhearing. "He should threaten you just on principle, lad," he pointed out. "You flirt worse'n anyone I've ever met. Soho's a good kid. Don't bother her." He settled down into his chair, stretching long legs out in front of him. "So, Shade... Not here for a contract, right?"

Brunswick again rolled his eyes, clearly disgusted at what he considered Callisto's over-reaction. Before he could open his mouth and say something horrific, though, Jack clucked his tongue. "Language, milady," he drawled mildly. "We've got children present."

"What's a contract and what's a rat b*****d, Daddy?"

"... A contract is what Shade's not here on an' you don't need t' know about the other one, pet." Jack directed a lazy shrug at Shade as if to say "kids, what can you do?" "So what's up then?"

Over top of Brunswick's muttered "He threatened my life, too, so what?", Jack laughed. "Ah, I see. Even though Shade's made sure you'll always be dry, luv, you'd still prefer a roof, eh?"

Evie splashed in excitement. "Can they sleep over here, Daddy?" she asked. "We can make popcorn and watch movies."

"Yeah, probably, I think so." Brunswick shrugged. "So what?" It clearly did not bother him as much as it did her. He knew Silva had killed but that was one of those inevitable circumstances and it was for Soho, he heard.

Evie clapped and Jack obligingly pushed her cup and coaster a bit closer to the edge of the table so she could better see her would-be victim. "Do you really mean that?" she asked. "Daddy's hair is too short and so is Brunswick's. Do you like tea? Do you like 'smores? Do you smoke?"

"Eh, whatever." Brunswick stood up and sauntered over to reclaim his beanbag. It was all too clear that he had recently discovered James Dean. "Oh, yeah. Would you like somewhere to sit?" he asked. "I can send Jack to get you a chair from my house or something if you want."

Jack ignored the hint from his feien and tried his best not to laugh. Regarding Shade with sparkling eyes, he said evenly, "You're good with sprogs, mate. Mebbe I can get out the dolls for you two?" Evie's face lit up at the suggestion in a way that promised hours of Shade speaking a falsetto and manipulating a doll if he capitulated to her whims.